Salazar Slytherin's suicide note

Forgive me for telling a story that doesn't make sense to you, and you don't have to take it seriously, as you've always believed.

It may be some time in the morning, and I can no longer cry, sitting in the ruins of my room and sorting out my messy thoughts.That's when Marvolo knocked on my door.I had to get up, limping with numb legs to the door and opening a crack.

He stood outside the door, wearing an elegant robe, the four slanted buttons on the neckline gleamed in the candlelight.His slightly curly brown hair fell to one side, but it couldn't hide his bright eyes.

"Professor Slytherin," he smiled when he saw me, showing his white and neat teeth - a standard aristocratic smile.He said, "Good day. It's early morning."

"What are you here for?"

I was astonished myself when I spoke—my voice had never been so hoarse.

He opened the gap in the door wide, looked down at me, and the corner of his mouth curled into an arc, "I just miss you, Professor Slytherin, so why not come and see you?"

I didn't speak, just stared at him closely.My eyes can explain my doubts.Marvolo pretended to be helpless, and sighed exaggeratedly: "Do I have to prove my sincerity after Othello strangles Desdemona?"

I suddenly understood what he meant.Yes, with my messy appearance and hoarse voice, even a child who just entered school would guess that I just cried heart-piercingly, let alone this extremely smart young man in front of me?But he didn't tell the truth, and made fun of it in such a way, which really softened my heart.

Godric Gryffindor, respect you never had, he did.

I let go, let him open the door, walked in and put his arms around my trembling shoulders.His hands were big, stroking up and down along the line of my waist and back, the warmth penetrated into my cold skin through the light fabric.He breathed in my ear with a sympathetic voice:

"It's all right, Professor."

He says,

"I will understand you."

I asked hoarsely, "You know?"

He didn't answer, and let the silence of the night climb my nerves.

I was emotional, tears filled my sore eyes, and dim lights flickered across my vision.I could hear his breathing softly against my ear.

Godric Gryffindor, have I been wishful, self-indulgent, and demanding too much?

Marvolo hugged harder, and I even felt that I was about to melt into his body."I would never treat you like that," he said.

You have also promised me word for word, and not a single cent has been fulfilled.Thinking of this, my dry eyes filled with warm liquid again, making me feel a sting.I don't know how to describe my mood at that time, there was grievance, bewilderment, anger...

More, is helpless, I think.The happy times I used to have are gone forever, and I can't even feel sad about it anymore.I hate you, but I can't live without you.How sad this is!And in your life, my existence is as light as a feather.

Godric Gryffindor, why do I feel sad when I think of you?

He placed me on the bed, gently.He sat beside me, carefully treating the wound on my arm.

"It must be very painful, you can bear it for so long." He frowned and said to me.

"It hurts." I repeated.But compared to the scars in my heart, this thing is nothing compared to one ten thousandth.But no matter how sad I am, the rationality in me, the guidance of Apollo, will not wear away according to my will.At least I can recognize that Marvolo is a student of my academy, he is not you, and I can guess his thoughts.

I know that he must pay for me in return.He was looking at my wounded arm, wrapping the healing spell around and around the wound.The moonlight shines on his soft face, Luna dances in his earnest eyes, and Cynthia adorns him with a faint brilliance.In a way, I knew exactly what he wanted in return.

"Marvolo," I called his name emphatically, causing him to turn his head to look at me, "do it now, or never. I think you haven't forgotten the rules of my academy, have you?" ?”

He smiled slightly: "Of course, Dean."

At that time, he used his way to comfort me, not simply hugging.I kept forcing myself to recognize the reality in front of me, and told him not to be so eager, not to be so devoted, not to treat me in the same way as you, let alone leave me with such heart-wrenching memories in this way.

He was very nice and gentle to me, and he listened to everything I asked—at least when I was off guard and completely unreserved from him.But I will not sink for him, I clearly understand that he is just a substitute for you to leave.Vivian in heaven, please forgive my mistakes!I was just too miserable, too lost, too alone, blinded by grief to see good and evil.

When I woke up the next morning, Marvolo had left.He left a note in my hand.I opened it, and on it was his neat Carolingian lowercase:

"The eye regenerates after tears, and becomes clearer and brighter as tears flow from it."

I smiled wryly and threw it on my bedside.How could I not know what he was referring to?It's just that I'm not as indifferent as he thinks.I was intoxicated in the beautiful dreams I wove and couldn't extricate myself.

Godric Gryffindor, I'm so sorry I didn't destroy the note on the spot, or hide it in a more secluded place.It's just that I never thought at the time that one day it would appear in your hands and become evidence to accuse me and give me a bad name.

So what.All my sins are for you, all my life is for you.I have long been accustomed to suffering, but you never know it.I don't care what you think of me, I don't care what everyone thinks, as long as you are by my side is enough.I don't want anything but you.

But dear Mr. Godric Gryffindor, I have to remind you that people have desires and emotions.We live in this world because of these subjective feelings and controls.I didn't refuse him, it was just out of normal needs, it was catharsis.No matter how you call me a devil or a lunatic in the end, I am a real person living in the same world as you.

No matter how cruel and cunning you say I am, I will also be hurt, depressed, and cry, and will experience the baptism of despair time and time again like raging waves.Black magic, no matter how powerful it is, no matter how quickly it can kill people, it is also limited.

And love is not. "Love and the desire to love can transcend God's doubts."

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